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Intro: man

Spark shit up
And fly
Oh my
ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

Verse one: sticky

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is I'm holding
Sporting mad polo but only if stolen
I got no morals my mind is in the
Kid I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you when you least it
Before I met russel I only had a jail
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
evil streets got a mind of their own
My pops left me for with just the clothes on my back
I grew up crack
And learning to drive a car
I got smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my mothers first born, her bad seed

Verse two: fredro star a.k.a.

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my roll in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so tight it's
A squeezed hayz in
Got 'em geezing for a
Then the plot
On point rod strickland
Clocks
Makes the hardest niggas clicks ticking
Hitting stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

method man

This is for the gun
bringers
This is for the crack
Bell
This is for the
And beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse sonsee

Its all the $50,000 cars
games and ice chains
We out of the niggas price range
and remy mixed with henny
Chicks with fendi sucking in the infinity
This nigga had mad
petro the nickel metro blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my head
Running red no headlights
buddah in a black benz
Pulling out mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke with assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo jb hit me one

four: method man

Its the blaze be johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
to the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course tical
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of new
talk
While other walk
In my tryin' to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the chef in kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the dj if the skipping
My competition gotta keep me at distance
I know myself onion head niggas don't
I shoot the
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in 5
The clocks ticking this another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up nostril
We
on take another if you dare
The why it's so raw cause it's real
I swear by the hairs on my chiggy chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who can't tommy hillfigger
The down and johnny fill niggas

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